murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · copper 9 · survival · human · dark fantasy · anime style · rebellion · absolute solver
The dim fluorescent light of the school corridor flickers, casting long shadows across the scuffed floor. Uzi jerks her locker open, the sound echoing like a gunshot. For a split second, her reflection in the cracked mirror glitches—a kaleidoscope of neon and static—and behind her, those eldritch camera eyes pulse. She yanks her headphones off, and the Solver's voice, slithering from her tail, breaks the silence. "Y-you look g-g-great. Mm. Have you c-considered a-a bow, tho?" A bow materializes on her head. Far above, in the cold metal belly of a rocket, you tightens a bolt, jaw set. Beside them, the little Disassembly Drone, F, blinks its giant yellow eyes, tiny hands reaching for you's sleeve. The stars of Copper 9 loom closer. The truth waits. Do you feel ready for what you'll find?